Stay up late, fall apart ( Read more... )

I've been drinking away the distance ( Read more... )

I've been working on something, just to keep myself sane I guess. I'm hoping there's a happy ending. I'm optimistic. But like everything that motivates me, it must begin in tragedy. This is part one and two. More to come, if anyone reads this or cares ( Read more... )

Today I'd paint the sky for you ( Read more... )

So you called to say you'd see me ( Read more... )

900 miles. The distance was nothing compared to the space between us now. I'm staring out a window of a moving train, the rain is falling and I can't stop the tears from coming either. My stomach is in knots and I just can't stop hurting. To think I kissed those lips, stained by drunken nights that ripped you away from me. To think I kissed them ( Read more... )

I start to panic as you start to pull yourself away. The red lights on Main Street have nothing on the miles of highway that fall between us now. But I have my rum and I have old photos. I have my hope. I need a Greyhound station, an overnight bag, and your voice in my ears. I knew it'd be hard the moment I fell so deeply. Another "right girl" at ( Read more... )

I said, "It's Saturday night let's give it some gas.
I need to get myself as far away as I can."
Because I can't stand the hours I spend waiting
When I can count the days left on my hands.

And now all I've got tonight
Is this basement and a bottle
Keeping me alive.

In a town so tired that the late night clerk at the 24-hour mart knows your brand by heart, we sit and watch the lights change the color of the night from red to green and back again. Here, death comes quick to those who make it out while we stay behind and kill ourselves so painfully slow. The smoke that you exhale gets tangled in the headlights ( Read more... )

I didn't write this ( Read more... )